The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 321

In the exhibition hall where Roselle's diary was kept, the two members of Machinery Hivemind suddenly heard a clattering sound.

At the same time, they turned to look at the Enclosed Artifacts made of beams above the glass display case.

Inside the museum's scaled-down first-floor model, there was a gray dot that kept flashing.

"There's a lifeless thing in the nearest bathroom." One of the team members made a definite assessment.

The rest of the team relaxed a little, frowned, and said in a guessing tone, "Dead Leaf is blown by the wind?"

"That's possible." The team members who spoke first nodded. "Let's wait until the security guard passes, we'll ask them to check and ascertain the situation. Captain told us to stay here and not go no matter what, especially not alone."

In the event of an urgent emergency, they can evacuate with Roselle's notebook.

"Good." His partner did not mind his suggestion.

…

In the office area on the museum's second floor, Klein was like a floating ghost, passing through one wall after another and flying directly over the restored study room.

However, he did not fly too fast. Instead, he continued to sense the sparks below and tracked the distance.

When the distance of the straight line reached nearly thirty meters, he raised his illusory and translucent right hand and flicked his finger silently.

In the restroom on the first floor, the matchbox exploded with a loud bang.

Then, a red flame lit up and lit paper towels, potted plants, and wooden doors.

The flames had not spread, but it was quite shocking.

The nearest security guard who heard the sound immediately rushed over. In the exhibition hall that monitored the entire situation on the first floor, the two members of Machinery Hivemind also saw flames on the model at the same time and subconsciously wanted to rush there. This is not only an attempt to extinguish the fire, but they are also preparing to capture the troublemaker.

But as they took two steps, they stopped, recalling their Captain's order:

Don't leave this exhibition room, don't leave Roselle's notebook, no matter what the situation!

They looked at each other, then they looked carefully at the two entrances to the hall before quietly taking out their own Beyonder weapons.

As Beyonders of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, they never lacked equipment.

…

At this time, Max Livermore was patrolling various exhibition halls on the first floor with the lantern in hand. He also noticed the commotion and, without thinking, rushed towards the exhibition hall where Roselle's notebook was located.

Priority to ensure item safety is higher than catching intruders!

Moreover, Max believed that no matter what the other party's intentions were, as long as they entered the first floor of the museum and entered one of the halls, they would be under the influence of the Closed Artifacts, as long as they entered the first floor of the museum and entered one of the halls, they would be under the influence of the Closed Artifacts, and it won't be easy to leave that easily!

If there was no outside help, the intruder would be trapped inside!

Even if the intruder has a maid, they still need a little time to eliminate the effects.

"Once you enter, you will become like a prey that falls into a trap!" Max Livermore is running at a fast pace. After passing through many exhibition halls, he finally saw the silhouettes of his two friends.

At that moment, Klein, who was on the second floor of the museum, had passed through doors and walls according to the layout in his memory. He had arrived just above the restored study room.

He was in no hurry to take further action. Instead, he first looked down.

As the stone floor was relatively thick, Klein was unable to tell faintly whether there was any aura or emotion underneath. He could only spread his hands wide, fall forward, and quietly lie on the ground.

His illusory and transparent figure quickly faded to the ground.

…

On the crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling on the first floor, a faintly visible human face suddenly appeared.

The strange face was facing the exhibition hall, his eyes were constantly moving, observing the scene of every corner in the area.

No Beyonders or security personnel.Murmured to herself, Klein broke through the ceiling and descended in front of Roselle's glass-covered table.

She glanced at him, and without hesitation, she reached out both hands to pick up the marker in the creativity script and the marker that looked like children's graffiti.

He tries to prevent the powerful Beyonder, who can reconstruct the scene through magical means, from knowing that he knows which markers are abnormal. This is to prevent investigators from suspecting Miss Justice who only touched one bookmark.

Coupled with Azik's copper whistle, he passed through the glass box and steadily held two book markers, then he wrapped them inside his spirit body.

After completing this step, Klein's heart calmed down, no longer having any obvious nervousness or tension.

He stretched out his hand again, reaching for the other book marker.

"Yeah! Whaaa! Whoa!"

A loud and shrill baby cry suddenly resounded within the exhibition hall.

It was extremely illusory, as if it was coming from far, far away.

Klein's body stiffened, suddenly freezing like a lake facing an extreme cold.

In the condition of his spirit body, he looked frozen!

"Yeah! Whaaa! Whoa!"

Along with the baby's cry, there was a fine black crack surrounding Klein like a severed iron fence.

In the blink of an eye, one of the black gaps opened, revealing an eyeball filled with strands of blood. In the center of the eyeball was a deep pupil, and within it, countless small white worms crawled and wriggled.

The moment they appeared, everything around them froze in place. Even illusory spirits were unable to penetrate them.

It even became difficult for Klein to sense the existence of the spirit world. He found it hard to see a translucent figure that was located very high. He found it difficult to see the different colors, the sparkling splendor that contained different types of knowledge.

"Why did you just pick up a book marker?" A gentle yet emotionless female voice entered Klein's ears.

He froze on the spot and looked at the tall bookshelves, divided into two levels. The top level almost reached the ceiling, with stairs and passageways surrounding countless books.

At the top of the stairs sat a figure shrouded in darkness.

The feet of the figure, who was wearing black leather boots, hung on the wooden staircase as it hung in the air.

I actually did not feel its existence at all.. Was he the powerhouse of Hivemind Machinery? No, he might be a High-Order Extreme! Klein did not reply; instead, he narrowed his eyes.

"Why did you just pick up a bookmark? Where did you learn to just pick up bookmarks?"

The figure asked once again. The softness had a hint of firmness, and the red eyeballs around him rapidly widened, as if they wanted to occupy the entire space.

Before he could finish his sentence, Klein revealed a wide smile on his face.

His illusory and almost translucent figure instantly disappeared, leaving his existence unknown!

Even Azik's copper whistle and the two markers encased in his spirit body had vanished!

…

Above the gray mist, within the majestic ancient palace.

Klein's figure suddenly appeared on a long, mottled table.

He leaned back into his chair and said with a chuckle, "Luckily, I'm ready."

The state of his spirit body was not part of his Beyonder power. It did not originate from the transformation between his physical body and his spirit body. This was the result of him calling himself and responding to his rituals.

And the power of this ritual came from a mysterious space above the gray mist. It comes from a special nature!

Hence, as long as Klein succeeded, he would not even need to try to escape. By simply ending the summoning directly, he would be able to return to the gray fog and, from here, directly return to his physical body in the real world!

Since the space above the gray fog could block the power of gods like the Eternal Blazing Sun and True Creator, Klein believed that, without the intervention of gods, summoning would not be interrupted!

As long as the enemy did not kill his spirit body or instantly knock him unconscious, Klein had the confidence to escape!

This was also the reason why he did not want to become a spirit body and still did a "long trip" to the museum. The more time spent, the more variables are added.

…

As the faint and dark red moonlight shone from the window, the woman sitting at the top of the stairs between the bookshelves looked at the table in silence. He looked at the place where Klein was. The baby cries and eyeballs around him had disappeared one after another.

After an unknown period of time, the top of the stairs suddenly became empty, as if no one had ever been there before.

In the exhibition hall housing Roselle's diary, Max Livermore said to two of his team members, "Take this place well.I'll go look for the intruder.

"He must still be trapped somewhere on the first floor by the power of the Closed Artifact!"

As he spoke, he saw the Closed Artifact, the museum's first-floor "model" in an attempt to find the red dot representing the intruder and lock the person's location.

However, no matter how he looked and counted, something was not right.

The number of people does not increase!

"This ..." Max Livermore froze in place.

…

18 King's Avenue, in the storage room of a wealthy merchant.

Klein's eyes lit up again, and the corner of his mouth curved.

He left Azik's copper bookmarks and whistles over the gray fog, and he wasted no time in returning to his body.

After putting out the candle and ending the ritual, Klein cleared the scene. He used a specially made medicine to neutralize the smell of the Holy Night Powder and the essential oils of the ritual.

After doing all this, he removed the wall of spirituality, letting the wind blow away the remaining traces.

Next, he took out his Master Key, planning to pass through the buildings before boarding a chartered carriage far away.

Using his cane to determine directions to prevent himself from getting lost and returning to the Royal Museum or to a certain cathedral, Klein left at a quick pace, opening the walls and doors that blocked his path with the Main Key.

After walking in a straight line for a while, he suddenly felt like he was unable to determine his position.

Two more buildings and I'm going out. If I were no longer on King's Avenue, would I get a rental train, or would I make another prophecy? I'll learn Blasphemy Cards as soon as I get home! Klein quickly made up his mind. He placed a simple molded brass key against the wall and gently twisted it.

As the formless ripples spread out, he arrived at the neighboring building on the terrace.

At this moment, his nose twitched as he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Strong smell of blood! Klein frowned. He looked up and saw a woman lying in the living room in front of him.

The woman's expression was filled with pain. There was a huge wound on his stomach, and his internal organs seemed to have disappeared.

At the same time, Klein heard a snorting sound.